When I was a kid I did the classic stupid kids-with-a-bow game of standing in the middle of a field, shooting an arrow straight up, and running like crazy. It was a cheap thrill, I guess, and luckily none of us got hit. But one time I shot it up and I swear it never came down; it was in the middle of a soccer field and nobody saw it come down.

So I live my life as if any moment that arrow will come back to get me.

I was playing Skyrim and had purposely dropped some low grade arrows I didn't need in the street in Whiterun. One of the civilians comes along and steps on one of the arrows which promptly flips up and sticks itself in his leg. He calmly reaches down and pulls the arrow out of his leg, walks over to me, and says something to the effect of, "Here, I think you dropped this."